This is a song about "The 60s"

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote: